nobody ever stole any land from me
or took my bed
or burned my garden
or ordered me to leave my own life
in the eyes of a woman I've met
I saw everything
all what I couldn't give her
and the boat of me, about to sink
::: ::: :::
Picture : Seven what
-In Nyanzale, June 2008
Edits made on August 28, 2012
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ReplyDeleteSeven hootches,
ReplyDeleteSeven 'Sad Eyed Ladies of the Lowlands'.
Seven buckets,
For washing Seven Sari.
http://www.imeem.com/eleonora1121nl/music/JJClfzbb/yes_sad_eyed_lady_of_the_lowlands_steve_howe_jon_anderso/
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ReplyDeleteYou can always offer the empathy of your true self. That self is always full of love, the best love there is. Peace & Be comforted.
ReplyDeleteIn the end, her empty eyes don't matter -- in the end, what you couldn't give her doesn't matter.
ReplyDeleteIn the end, life matters -- alone; or together....
In the eyes of a poet I've met
ReplyDeletethere I saw every
every beautiful thing
that a person can feel.
This is hauntingly lovely, S. You continue to be one of the most beautiful humans I've met.
~~Capsized boats in the sea...
Like a stray dog gone defective
Like a paper tiger in the sun ~~
I miss you. Are you ok? (And what means ok?) Hugs...
I like to think of that post as a "cut my legs at the knees" post. Again, sharp as a diamond bullet, so rich. The boat of me. Wow. I'm envious of that one.
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